It was a joke, stuyguy, since he now has Alzheimer’s. Ok, ok, it was in poor taste…
Steve Garvey, at a movie theater in San Diego in 1983. He had just joined the Padres and was a pretty huge deal down there at the time.
I pissed next to Gabriel Byrne in the bathroom at a wedding.
I also pissed and partied with Franco Harris but had no idea who he was until after he left and these guys came up to all excited. I was in New Orleans (Cat’s Meow) during last year’s Super Bowl. We bought drinks for each other and I danced with the ladies he was with. The guy I was with found a girlfriend so I was by myself for the evening.
Considering I’m a girl and all, this is about as close as I can get: I had Julianne Moore standing behind me in line waiting for the ladies room.
That’s too bad too, my mom got a threatening phone call from Stephen King when he was trying to dispute his bill from Exeter hospital…she never loved working in the billing department there, for some reason.
Tab Hunter, at a television station in Milwaukee in the mid-1970s. Yes, I peaked.